Plum Torte season is here!

Last year was a low-yield year for the plum trees in the backyard. This year we’re plumdog millionaires. I baked this torte in honour of Yann’s 38th Yanniversary on the 26th. He’s more of a pie guy than a cake enthusiast, but as I don’t own a pie dish, I hope this was a good compromise.

While delivering the torte, I rescued this disgraced royal couple from a box labelled “FREE” on the side of the street.

There is a strong possibility this wasn’t purchased ironically, as there are still folks alive in this city who get goofy over the British royal family. At least it has entered my home with the utmost irony. Now I need to find an actual use for it. To store condoms? Then, when I get around to using a condom, I’ll whisper into the guy’s ear, “Reitmans.“

(I have a feeling this joke will go over most people’s heads, but I am keeping it in anyway.)

(The roomie’s suggestion was ribbon candy, which I think is somehow funnier.)

If the above wasn’t TMI enough for you, you’re in for a treat!

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